The Spring Break Bash

Summary: Hmm, a harmless Spring Break fun when the Tamers and Digidestines decides to go off to New Orleans, Louisiana. But what sort of cruel and twisted pranks and laughs are about to happen on this trip? Meant for Spring Break fun before you enjoy yours. ^_^

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON!!! Okay, that thing is out of the way. Oh yeah, IT'S OWNED BY TOEI AND DISNEY!!! (Who knew they would be doing dubbing for Digimon now?)

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this one. The reviews were great. Hope to read more. ^_^

EPISODE TWO: An Old Lady, A Stubborn Child, and A Gremlin?!

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Beelzemon was hopping down the hall that lead to the airplane as he tried to get his pants back on while Takato followed behind him with the rest of his garments.

"You could of at least let me bust the caps off his butt, ya' know?" Beelzemon insisted.

"We don't need to draw anymore attention, Beelzemon," Takato reminded. "Already didn't you remember that last time when you were arrested from Minnesota for teasing a skunk? I had to fly over to Minnesota to bail you out of there."

"How was I suppose to know you weren't allowed to tease a skunk?" Beelzemon asked.

As they got on the airplane they quickly tried to find their seat and wouldn't you know it, Takato saw six other familiar people on their airplane. "Davis? Since when did you guys get on here?"

Davis, T.K., Kari, Yolei, Cody, and Ken were already in their seat and seemed to have been sitting there for quite a while. Veemon had spread himself across two chairs, made a small fort out of blankets and pillows, and was drinking something with a mini umbrella in it.

"Didn't you know? This is the private airplane of Disney so they let all of us on early since we're 'celebrities'," Davis answered. "We don't have to sit and wait there like all the other 'commoners'. Isn't that cool?"

"Wow, Disney is actually good for something at least," Takato replied. "Besides movies, merchandises, and theme parks."

After everyone got into their seats, a whole load of other people started coming in and were all mostly teenagers.

"I wonder what kind of a convention they have in New Orleans to attract this much people," Yolei wondered. "Hmmm, oh I know it's some sort of American thing but what's it call? Argh! Hawkmon, what is it called?"

"How should I know? I don't study American culture," Hawkmon answered.

"Yet, you have a British accent."

"Brrriiiiitttissshh accent, Yolei. That's Britain, NOT American!"

"Well the 13 Colonies during the 1700's were made of British people! America is also known to be the 'melting pot' of cultural ideas including, Germans, Irish, Mexicans, and other ethnic groups!"

"Hey, you're the expert on this so you should know this by now, right?"

"Argh!"

The pilot was then heard on the announcement. "Uh folks, we can't lift off from the ground for the moment. Apparently maintenance men has informed me that one our right wing is heavier than the left. Right now they're investigating it."

Ryo only pulled down the window's cover so maybe no one would notice that there's a dragon with red wings outside on the right as maintenace people were dragging him off the plane. "Oh, boy . . ."

While in the storage compartment of the airplane, Renamon popped the luggage opened and secretly and quietly rushed and climbed up an inner- wiring hole of the compartment up to the passenger area. She had thought long and hard all night before going to this trip because she was not going to be sitting in a luggage for the whole duration of the flight. (This is like a 14-hour flight! Can you last 14 hour sitting in a luggage, cramped in one position for the whole time?!) Guilmon might, but not her.

Well the plane finally took off and was in the air as everyone was settled in (except poor Cyberdramon). Henry and Suzie with their Digimon (dressed up as dolls) sat in the back on the left side of the plane. In front of them were Kazu, T.K., Patamon, Armadillomon, and Cody. Then Wormmon, Ken, Kari, and a spoiled, nasty attitude, boy who likes to kick and in front of them were Beelzemon, an old lady, Davis, and Veemon. On the right, in the back, were Kenta, MarineAngemon, Jeri, and Calumon. In front of them were Rika, Takato, and Ryo (watching Cyberdramon from outside now having to fly by himself since the maintenance people pulled him off from the airplane wing), and in front of them were Yolei, Hawkmon, and a Businessman with his cellphone.

But to make this all simple for you readers out there who can't really plan this out in your mind of an image where they're sitting, they're sitting in certain places. ^_^;;;

"Help me . . ." Lopmon whined to Terriermon.

Suzie was still playing dolls with them. If they wanted to make the people and passengers not alarmed that there's a Digimon on this plane, they had to pretend that they were dolls. Suzie was doing this VERY well to Terriermon and Lopmon.

"Hmmm, oh! Terriermon I know exactly what to put on you now!" Suzie smiled. "Let me go get a cotton blue dress for you!"

"No, help ME, not you, Lopmon," Terriermon whined. "Heeennnnnrrryyy!!!"

The only assurance Henry can say to him was, "Mo-mantai, Terriermon, mo- mantai."

"Can you mo-mantai if Suzie is about to put a cotton blue dress on you?"

"That's why I don't let her choose my clothes each morning."

"Well you're lucky not to be a Digimon."

Lopmon sighed. "All Digimon cringe, fear, moan, and faints at the one name they dare not to speak, nor hear of cause of the mighty powers she has can cast upon you and her name is . . . Suzie."

Henry sighed and shook his head, "Okay, that's enough drama movies for you, Lopmon."

"Would you like something to eat?" one of the flight attendants asked.

Calumon popped his head up from Jeri's handbag. "Oh! Oh! Me! Me! Me-"

"Shhh! Calumon, quiet! You're a stuff animal," Jeri shush.

MarineAngemon was fighting against Kenta in the next seat for freedom from inside a backpack pouch and to the food cart of sweets right next to them. "MarineAngemon, stop it! No sweets for you!"

"Just one! One! One!" MarineAngemon screamed.

"No! Not even a teeny tiny crumb! You gotta stay put!"

"Uh, is something wrong?" the flight attendant asked.

"No, it's just our . . . Giga Pets and Tomagatchi Pets are telling us it's hungry," Kenta smiled, trying to cover up a lie. "It's on vibrating mode."

"Tomagatchi Pet?! You're pretending that I'm a Tomagatchi Pet?! Why I oughta, NO ONE CALLS CALUMON A SON OF A TOMAGATCHI PET!!!" Calumon was ready to pounce on Jeri when she stuffed a small piece of cake right into his opened mouth.

"That should keep you quiet for a few minutes," Jeri sighed with relief.

"Is Cyberdramon going to be okay out there?" Takato asked Ryo.

Ryo was sitting next to the window and looking out at Cyberdramon on the right. "He'll be fine. Though I don't know how he's breathing well at this altitude."

"Well you could tell if he is or isn't if he drops out of the sky," Rika said bluntly.

"Bad."

"Not helping either."

Out there, Cyberdramon was thinking in his little tiny dragon's head of his about something. 'I'm cold. I'm hungry. I'm tired. My wings are cramped. My neck is stiff. And I find it better to drop right out of the sky and sleep with the fishes than flying over the Pacific Ocean!! NO ONE COULD FLY THIS LONG OVER THE PACIFIC OCEAN!!!'

Just then he saw a guy in blue tights and a red cape zipping through the sky with a large golden 'S' on his chest. "Alright, just finished saving people in Taiwan from a tsunami and now back to Kansas to stop a tornado."

"Alright, except for that guy!"

Meanwhile, also on the outside of the plane, on the other side of it, next to Cody's window . . .

A little tiny furry big ear like creature with eyes and long fingers with nails and talons was clinging on the left wing of the plane. Cody looked out his window and saw this creature.

"AAAEEEEEIIIIIIII!!!!"

"What? What is it Cody?" T.K. asked, with Kazu listening to his CD player and playing on his Gameboy next to him.

"Yeah, what's up Cody? Why'd you scream?" Armadillomon asked.

"I-it, i-it, o-out t-there . . ." Cody managed to stutter. "G-gremlin! G- gremlin!"

"Where?"

Armadillomon, Patamon, and T.K. looked out the window to see nothing out there except the left wing of the plane and the sky.

"Cody, I see no Gremlin," Armadillomon.

"Yeah, and didn't Gremlins exist in WWII over Germany?" Patamon thought.

"No Patamon, Gremlins are just a myth," T.K. answered as they went back to their proper seat.

Cody was still shaken up and was rattling and shaken with fear. The Gremlin then appeared at his window and tapped on it. Cody turned to see the Gremlin mouth the word 'boo'. Cody jumped up in his seat with a "Eeeep!" The Gremlin enjoyed this and started giggling. This was more fun than ripping an airplane up and watching it drop and burn.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Davis moaned.

"What's the matter, Davis?" Veemon asked.

"A kid behind me is kicking into my back!" Davis shouted as he got up and turned around to see a kid was sitting right behind him with a magazine, reading, as it covered his face up.

"Will you stop it?!" Davis shouted.

"Stop what?" the kid innocently asked.

"The kicking!"

"What kicking?"

"You know, the motion you make with your foot?"

"What motion with my foot?"

"Argh!"

Davis turned back around and sunk back into his seat with more kicks continuing along. Davis got back up and shouted to the kid.

"What the hell is wrong with you kid?!" Davis shouted with veins showing in his forehead. "Are you brain-dead or something?! Stop kicking my seat!"

"It's not your seat," the kid answered. "It's the airplane's."

This frustrated Davis even more. "Argh! Kari! You were sitting right next to him! Was he kicking me or not?!"

Kari was sitting right next to the boy and was sleeping with Gatomon on her lap. "Huh? You say something, Davis? I was sleeping."

"Aarrghh . . . Ken! You're right here and didn't you see him kicking my seat?" Davis asked.

"What? I'm listening and watching the flight's shows right now with Wormmon," Ken answered. "It's Tom & Jerry."

"Tom & Jerry?"

"Some kind of American comedy show of a cat trying to kill a mouse but the mouse fights back," Ken answered.

Wormmon was very into the show. "Ooh! Tom! Watch out for the anvil! Look up! Up! Look- Oh! That gotta hurt. Stupid mean old mouse."

"He's on the cat's side."

"What was it called? Martin Luthor King Junior Day? No! Labor Day? No! Valentines, wait, no! What is it?!" Yolei yelled. She was still trying to think of the name of the special event of Americans who enjoys it during the Spring Break. (Isn't it called Spring Break for us normal kids? Nah.)

"Your generation always wear clothes that look like this! It's awful and so black! You remind me of these hooligans who always run around our neighborhood on these large bikes and starts hooting and hollering!" the old lady complained to Beelzemon. "Why in my days, young men such as you should be finding a job to earn money and . . ."

Beelzemon couldn't take it! This old crone kept going on and on and on about how baka he looks and he should be doing things like in the old days of finding a suitable job and junk.

"Lady, I have a job! I'm a motorcyclist on the Digimon Tamer shows," he answered.

"Ah, an actor, eh? Well, TV shows these days are so violence! They're horrible and they rot your brain! Why in my days, you weren't allowed to have a woman show even her ankle on TV because it was inappropiate and even rude," she said. "Now, about this jacket of yours . . . It's so dark! Leather! Who wears leather during this time of year?! Now see here, around this time, young men should be wearing . . ."

Beelzemon was holding his head in pain from listening this lady. 'Good grief!! I rather face Megidramon again and probably the D-Reaper too, rather then sit here and listen to her!!'

Renamon, who had just recently came out from the storage compartment of the airplane, was wearing a brown trench coat and hat with her tail tucked in so it wouldn't show as she made it to an empty seat on the airplane on the second floor. She sat down and sighed in relief. "Phew! I made it. First class trip to New Orleans, here I come!"

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Not much but tons and more laughter to come soon at least!! (Probably by Wednesday because I have to be away from my computer for a whole day tomorrow to go visit a relative. Oh well, life's not fair and that's why some people see it funny.) ^_^;;;